90 Days of Spring

The few people on the banquet have not left yet, and Jiang Alan drank a little too much, her cheeks blushed thinly, and she looked towards the opposite side in a blur.

Yang Fu frowned, stretched out his hand to stabilize Miaomiao's body, "Miaomiao, you are drunk."

Miaomiao stood up suddenly, waved his hand and walked out, "Water...I want water..."

She only felt that her whole body was burning badly, as if she was in a fireball, her throat was dry and hoarse, and there was only one thought in her mind at the moment, that was water, and she was going into the water. However, these remarks are easy to misunderstand. Yang Fu only thought she wanted to drink water, so he ordered the maid to pour tea, held her shoulder to feed it to his mouth, "Come on, drink water."

He also ordered the maid to cook sober soup. Although her face was not very happy, she still took care of her meticulously.

It turns out that the Four Kings do not know how to care for people, but that the person is not her. Jiang Alan showed grief and stared straight at the two of them. Is there anything she is inferior to the maid? Why doesn't the Four Kings like her? Why is she not doing well enough?

Miaomiao stood in front of the door, his head pressed against the door panel, and there was no movement.

Yang Fu looked at her shoulder and didn't know when she fell asleep. He pursed his lower lip slightly, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and said to Yang Ting on the table: "I will send her back first, and later I will trouble the seventh brother to settle in Lady Jiang back to the house. Today's incident is said to have happened in the tea shop. Don't mention the palace." After a pause, he looked at Jiang Alan, "If Miss Jiang's clothes are dry, please ask the maid to change it back for her."

After explaining everything, he hugged Miaomiao horizontally and walked across the threshold to Wutong Pavilion.

Jiang Alan still retained some saneness, until he couldn't see the two of them, and bit his lower lip slightly: "Alan can go back by himself, so I dare not drive the Seven Kings."

A few bowls of peach blossom stuffing were not enough to drunk Yang Ting. He got up and ordered his maid to prepare for the chariot, "This king ordered someone to send you back. Taifu Jiang is the king's teacher, how dare you neglect the girl."

Jiang Alan didn't take a car when he arrived, and it was too late, so it was not safe to go back alone. She constricted her eyes and thought for a while, nodded and agreed: "Then I will trouble the Seven Kings."

Speaking of following Yang Ting out of the house, standing under the eaves of the main hall, he couldn't help but glance at the direction where Yang Fu was leaving, and his eyes flashed by unwillingly.

In Wutong Pavilion, the left-behind maid saw the four kings holding one person back, and she walked up to see that she was Miaomiao. The two named Suyue and Haoyue respectively stepped forward to help Miaomiao, but listened to Yang Fu said, "No, you should prepare sober soup."

The two looked at each other and left obediently. It's not easy for the prince to treat the girl Miaomiao, it can be called a doting, that kind of gentle eyes, even if it has nothing to do with them, it is unavoidable to look at it.

Yang Fu hugged Miaomiao all the way to the main hall. He was about to turn into the inner room. The little man in his arms struggling suddenly, not knowing when he woke up.

She half-opened her eyes, she was at a loss for a moment, and there was chaos in her head, and she opened her mouth and said, "I want water..."

Yang Fu turned a red sandalwood folding screen, "I will bring it in a while."

Miaomiao shook her head, struggling with her legs twice, "No, don't drink..." She climbed onto Yang Fu's shoulders, reached out her hand and scratched it emptily, "I want to get into the water, it's so hot, it's hot all over..." …"

After two steps, she was still very dishonest, twisted and twisted in his arms, like a lively carp. Yang Fu had no idea about her, so he could only put her on the beauty couch first, "Where is it hot?"

Miaomiao curled up into a ball, cuddling him with his eyes closed, "Here and there..."

Yang Fu looked down at her, her long eyelashes were like a Cuiyu fan, and with a single blink, a breeze blew over his heart. "Then why did you drink so much wine?"

Her hand hooked his shirt, muttering, "boring..."

Yang Fu asked again: "Why do you feel bored?"

She stopped talking.

Just as the maid came in, Suyue brought the hangover soup forward, and he hesitated slightly: "Master, the hangover soup is ready. The maid serves the girl to drink it."

Yang Fu personally took it, and screened the two of them: "No need, let this king come."

Seeing that the four kings are kind to her, although the two are not strange, they still sigh. Glancing enviously at the person in his arms, they all agreed.

Yang Fu wiped the temperature, supported her with one hand, and fed her sober soup with the other: "Come on, drink the soup first."

Miaomiao didn't start, thinking that he wanted to feed herself and drink medicine, so she subconsciously refused: "Woo, don't drink, bitter." After sending it two or three times, she didn't drink it. She didn't drink it until Yang Fu had no choice but to drink first. , Lowered her head again to find her lips, pried her lips and teeth and slowly entered.

After taking a bite, Miaomiao hadn't tasted the taste before he was fed another bite. She whispered, and before she could speak, a bowl of sober soup went into her belly.

Yang Fufu tossed and kissed her lips again, "Drink or not?"

"..." Her body was getting hotter, and Miaomiao was burning like a fire, pushing away from him stepping on the footstool, staggering to the next room without putting on his shoes.

Yang Fu got up, "Where are you going?"

Miaomiao shook his head, "Get into the water."

What does a good launch? Yang Fuzheng wanted to stop her, but she evaded flexibly, saying nonsense, "If there is no water...I will die, I can't live without water..."

Yang Fu's expression was stagnant, and it was water and death. It was not difficult to remind him of the time when Miaomiao fell into the water. As long as I think about it, my heart will be strangled, and the pain will not increase. Regardless of Miaomiao's struggle, he leaned over and carried her on his shoulders, holding her slender waist with his arm and strode into the room.

Miaomiao felt that her body was suddenly suspended in the air, and the sky and the earth turned around, and then she was placed on the soft bed with Yang Fu's stern face on top of her head: "Lord?"

She buried her head deeper overnight, and her whole person was like a burning fireball, blurring out a cherry-like color.

It was always someone else's body. She couldn't get through the hurdle in her heart, so she couldn't accept Yang Fu.

After a moment of silence outside, Yang Fu leaned over and pulled the bedding on top of her head, raised his hand and stopped in the air, thinking about it, and rubbing it on top of her head, "Get a good rest, this king will not force you."

Miaomiao raised his eyes slightly, and most of the time he woke up, he could only see his dark blue robe gradually moving away from the bed.

After Yang Fu left, Miaomiao became sober, staring blankly for a while with her eyes open, until the rush on her face dissipated before the waiting maid came in. She was drunk and wanted to go to the bath to take a wash, and leave Su Yue Haoyue as usual, and she would wash it all night.

The bizarre dreams came one after another, with Yang Fu's face, Wei Ling's voice, and some vague figures. Miaomiao frowned and sobbed, her eyelids were so sleepy that she wanted to open them but couldn't. Not only that, but his head is also dizzy and has a headache.

There seemed to be someone around him. He squatted beside Miaomiao and looked at her for a while: "Who taught you to drink so much alcohol?"

Miaomiao only thought the voice was very familiar, but he was so confused that he couldn't remember it.

He hasn't left, but is by her side. Even if he doesn't speak, Miaomiao knows that he is always there. He reached out his hand to her lips, whispered very lightly, his eyes dimmed.

Miao Miao pursed her lips, and finally made a sound, indeed a very faint, dumb hum.

The man had a meal, "Why can't I sleep peacefully?"

Then there was no more sound, and Miao Miao continued to fall asleep, until the end of Chen, slowly opening his eyes. Her mind was still a bit tingling, she crept up from the edge of the pool and looked around, but she didn't see anyone.

Are the few words she heard really a dream? The sound is really like Wei Ling.

Thinking of this, Miao Miao hurriedly finished putting on the food she didn't feed Wei Ling last night, and ran out of the side room while tying her belt. When I ran into Suyue who was holding breakfast and saw a good snack on the tray, I didn't think much about it, picked up a plate of almond tofu and walked to the main room.

Su Yue chased after him, "Girl, were you in the Mu room last night?"

Miaomiao came out of the Mu room early in the morning, her hair dripping to sleep, her cheeks were crystal clear, and her body was covered with mist, which could be seen at a glance.

Miaomiao walked faster, making random excuses: "I drank some wine yesterday, and fell asleep in it after I washed it..."

The person in the speaking room has arrived in the main room. She walked to the wooden frame in two steps. She was about to feed as usual, but she suddenly froze. I saw that the copper bowl was empty and left alone in the corner, where there was no trace of Wei Ling.

Suddenly, she felt uneasy, panic ensued, and turned around and asked Suyue anxiously: "Where is my fish? Where are the fish raised here?"

Suyue was even more confused. "Isn't it inside?" She poked her head out and looked at it. As expected, there was no gray-black carp. She cried out strangely, "I was there last night. Why did you disappear?"

Miaomiao was anxious and blamed her for the first time: "What do you think!"

She looked around in the room, but didn't see Wei Ling, she suddenly remembered and walked out, "Who was there yesterday?"

Suyue lowered her head and followed her, "Only the prince has come here, and there will be no one else."

Miaomiao stopped. The back of Yang Fu when she left last night was still in her mind. It could not be him. She was very sure, but why did Wei Ling disappear? He is now a fish body, without any ability, where can he go?

When people are anxious, they tend to lose their minds. Miaomiao was so worried, he called Haoyue and asked again, but still found nothing. They all said they didn't know, and they hadn't seen anyone else here, what happened?

Since Wutong Pavilion didn't exist, she went to the mansion to look for it.

Miaomiao walked hurriedly on the veranda, about to find Yang Fu for help. Two maids walked to face each other, holding a sandalwood tray, and apparently they had just delivered breakfast. After Shi Shiran bowed to her, she walked and said, "Is the wine of the seven kings awake?"

The other shook his head, "I just sent the **** fish soup. I haven't drunk it yet. But the Seven Kings are not very drunk and should be ignored."

Miaomiao stayed on the spot, feeling intensely uneasy for no reason, as if a basin of ice water was poured from the head, his hands and feet were completely cold.

The two maids came out of the main room, and the more she thought about it, the more something went wrong, and she ran forward. Su Yue Haoyue was inexplicable for a while, when she recovered, she had already ran away.

Stopping in front of the main hall, Miaomiao couldn't stop shaking her hands, and her legs couldn't move a step. Behind the round table, Yang Ting was pinching his eyebrows. He raised his eyes to see Miaomiao coming, and bends his lips rarely: "Why can girl Miaomiao come here?"

Miaomiao didn't care to answer his words, his eyes were locked tightly in the porcelain bowl in front of him, and he approached very slowly step by step.

She held her breath until she saw the carp stewed in a large celadon bowl. She only felt black in front of her eyes, and her hands and feet were limp. She couldn't take a step anymore, looking at the fish in the bowl, and then at Yang Ting's unidentified face, gritted her teeth: "You..."

The eye sockets quickly moistened, his vision dim, and Miao Miao's nose became sore, tears gushing out uncontrollably. She still has a trace of reason, knowing she can't cry in front of him, she tried her best to **** her nose, stepped forward, hugged the bowl of fish soup, and ran out.

Yang Ting stretched out his hand and called out, "What are you doing?"

Miaomiao rushed out of the hall, tears bursting out of her eyes, there was a servant in front of her who was sweeping, she turned around and faced the direction of the end of the corridor.

Unexpectedly, Yang Fu was coming from the opposite side, not far from her. Miaomiao couldn't hide anymore. With the blink of her watery eyes, a crystal clear bead fell from the corner of her eye.

I couldn't stop this cry anymore, one after another teardrops slid down, and one by one fell on her feet, exuding a fine luster in the sun.